The snow lion was indeed raised by the Sunmarsh tribe, and after they took off the talisman seal, they didn't know what to say to it, but they saw that the originally ferocious snow lion actually stood up slightly docilely, and arched the old monk's hand with his head, like a cat.

The monk made an inviting gesture to the two men, and then led them towards the edge of the forest, where they quickly disappeared.

In the distance, a dark shadow stood for a long time, and finally slowly followed, like a shadow, silent.

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The Sunmarsh tribe is a tribe that mainly grazes demon beasts, in addition to the snow lion, Zhang Yuanhao and the two also saw many special monsters in the extreme north along the way, all of which were subdued and raised by the Sunmarsh tribe.

The Sunnuma tribe did not build a city of its own, and their tribal territory was a village enclosed by a wooden hedge, covering an area of tens of miles, which was not small.

Most of the people in the village were old and young, women and children, and they were very happy to see the monks return with the snow lions. But after seeing Zhang Yuanhao and the two, they were both a little frightened, which made Zhang Yuanhao very confused.

When I asked the old monk Montu, I realized that most of the people in this tribe had never seen the mainland monks, so I was a little frightened to see them.

Long Xin liked the quiet and serene atmosphere in this village very much, constantly looking east and west, and giggling from his mouth.

This tribe is also one of the tribes under the rule of the Wuzhi tribe within hundreds of miles in the vicinity, and it needs a lot of monster materials and mineral herbs every year. But according to Montu, their tribe once had a glorious history, and was much more powerful than the Wuzhi tribe.

Zhang Yuanhao looked at the poisonous snake tattooed on their chests and nodded thoughtfully.

This Sunmarsh tribe is indeed unusual, it actually has its own totem beliefs, you know, even a large tribe like the Wuzhi tribe, which has several immortal realm body cultivators, does not have its own totem beliefs.

He learned from Cai Lunhui that totem belief is a kind of great blessing that can only be obtained after the physical cultivation of the Faxiang realm has broken through the later realm, and the physical cultivation of the Faxiang realm can even create a totem pole according to his own Faxiang for the monks in the tribe to worship and worship, so as to obtain a lot of faith and improve their strength. It is said that the monk with his own totem has reached an unpredictable state in itself, and as long as he has a drop of blood left, he can be reborn by gaining the power of faith, which is extremely terrifying.

In this way, this Sunnuma tribe was a powerhouse who came out of this realm a long time ago, but with the passage of time, the glory of the past no longer exists.

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After Meng Tu handed over the snow lion to the care of the monks in the tribe, he prepared to take Zhang Yuanhao and the others to meet the tribal priests.

In every Northland tribe, the priest was the noblest and most powerful person, more authoritative than the tribal chief. Even those tribal priests who do not have totem poles are able to perform divination, curses, and blessings through some kind of underworld power, and according to Montu, their old priests are even more mysterious, and can communicate with totemic artifacts, and receive totem protection, and can use some of their powers.

Montu and the two of them stopped in front of a rather simple wooden house in the village, bent down himself, knocked on the door of the wooden house, and said a few words inside, and then heard a creak, and the mottled wooden door slowly opened.

"Two guests from the mainland, please come in!"

A drooping old withered yellow face appeared in the field of vision of the two of them. Zhang Yuanhao was a little moved, because he found through his spiritual sense that the seeds of luck behind this person's body had almost completely withered, which meant that this person was not far from death.

The old priest also spoke the lingua franca, and he seemed to be very surprised by the arrival of the two of them, and the decaying skin on his face was slightly relaxed.

The old man leaned over and waved his hand, and the wooden house instantly brightened, and countless candles filled the entire wooden house, which looked very warm. Zhang Yuanhao was taken aback, and he fixed on a round table in the center of the wooden house, where four chairs stood quietly, and the table was already full of food.

"Shhh

Zhang Yuanhao gasped, looked at the old man with his back to him with some horror, and set off a storm in his heart.

All of this was prepared for a long time!

The old priest had known that they were coming, and even the meal was ready, and the seats were exactly four, and one was not bad.

"You may be seated!"

The old man turned his head to look at Zhang Yuanhao, his shriveled lips showed a kind smile, and he pulled out a chair, actually to invite Zhang Yuanhao to sit down first.

Zhang Yuanhao hurriedly excused himself, and persuaded Meng Tu to take a seat first, and then the three of them took their seats one by one.

"Protector Zhang, come and taste our tribe's specialty, Hinuma wine!"

The old priest picked up the wine jug on the table, personally filled the wine glass in front of Zhang Yuanhao with a fragrant light red liquid, and then filled it for Long Xin and Meng Tu, and finally poured himself a glass.

Zhang Yuanhao's hand holding the wine glass shook slightly, and a lot of wine overflowed and spilled on the table.

After a while, Zhang Yuanhao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked astringently, "What does the senior want to do?"

The old man picked up the wine glass, drank the wine in one gulp, and then let out a long breath of turbidity, and sighed: "How many years, my Sunmarsh tribe has finally waited!"

After that, he stared at Zhang Yuanhao, seeing that he was a little hairy, and then said softly, like a few family treasures: "Zhang Yuanhao, the protector of the Lingguang Sect of the Cangfeng Kingdom in the northern region of the Qingxuan Continent, has cultivated to the perfection of Qi cultivation, and has a natal magic weapon, the Red Feather Knife, which killed the heirs of the Yiyan Sword Sect of the Cangfeng Kingdom, and fled all the way to the extreme north with an apprentice, with the purpose of finding the ruins of the Medicine King Palace and obtaining the ancient Zhuji Dan Fang. ”

Seeing that Zhang Yuanhao's face was extremely ugly, the old man chuckled and said, "Protector Zhang, do you know why I know you so well?"

"Senior, please speak!"

Zhang Yuanhao tried to regulate his breathing, and the feeling of being seen through almost completely was very uncomfortable.

"My name is Mondol, and I took over as my teacher five hundred and forty years ago, the last high priest of this tribe, and became the high priest of the Sunnuma tribe. Since I took over as a priest, my teacher has told me that my task is to wait for a man named Zhang Yuanhao who will pass by the Sunnuma tribe in five hundred and forty years. ”

Zhang Yuanhao straightened his back as if he had been struck by lightning.

"This task has been passed down by our Nionuma tribe for more than 20,000 years, and before me, every high priest would wait here for five hundred and forty years, which is the time of nine Jiazi, but they didn't wait. ”

Zhang Yuanhao's breathing voice was a little heavy, and he opened his mouth to ask: "Senior Mondol, with all due respect, how can I, Zhang Yuanhao, be worthy of your wait?"

The old man lowered his eyelids, as if he was asleep: "Twenty thousand years ago, the Sunmarsh tribe once gave birth to a monk who surpassed the Dharma Realm, which is what you call the Yuanying Realm, and he and a group of powerful people tried to break free from the shackles of this heaven and earth, but failed, and at the cost of his own life, he made a final divination, and the hexagram showed the nine Jiazi times and your name. ”